The Ring of Time
You decide to give the class your real name but make up a fake story - one that could perhaps be substantiated by your newfound powers.
"Hi, I'm Michael Holt. I was born here in Richmond, but was raised for the first ten years of my life by British Druids in Scotland. Those dudes have some wicked-sweet beards and I hope to as well, some day. I also hope to relearn Gaelic - that was a cool language."
The class looks at each other, nodding and "hmmm"ing - apparently they've both bought your story AND think you're cool. "Whatever, dweeb!" calls a guy from the other corner of the class, getting his buddies to chime in laughing. Ah, yes... you almost forgot. In high school, wherever there's new popularity, it always gets challenged by the current reigning popularity (however small it is).
The teacher turns to the student, saying, "Now, Darren...". A small chide, which might as well be a slap on the wrist. Considering how you want to be viewed for possibly the remainder of your high school year, you should now decide what to do. Will you...
"Hi, I'm Michael Holt. I was born here in Richmond, but was raised for the first ten years of my life by British Druids in Scotland. Those dudes have some wicked-sweet beards and I hope to as well, some day. I also hope to relearn Gaelic - that was a cool language."
The class looks at each other, nodding and "hmmm"ing - apparently they've both bought your story AND think you're cool. "Whatever, dweeb!" calls a guy from the other corner of the class, getting his buddies to chime in laughing. Ah, yes... you almost forgot. In high school, wherever there's new popularity, it always gets challenged by the current reigning popularity (however small it is).
The teacher turns to the student, saying, "Now, Darren...". A small chide, which might as well be a slap on the wrist. Considering how you want to be viewed for possibly the remainder of your high school year, you should now decide what to do. Will you...